Syndicate
Righto, it's been a couple of weeks since I last showed anyone how my 'masterpiece' is coming along, so this'll be the final glimpse of it before it's unveiled 
There's also an ulterior motive for me doing this, over the past few weeks I've been asking peoples dreams and nightmares, I need a couple more to finish this of (and cover those massive blank spaces), so anyone wanna donate a dream/nightmare? Phobias count too
Oh and Beegs, I tried several different things for incorporating a snake, and nothing was working, so I've left it out, sorry...
There's also an ulterior motive for me doing this, over the past few weeks I've been asking peoples dreams and nightmares, I need a couple more to finish this of (and cover those massive blank spaces), so anyone wanna donate a dream/nightmare? Phobias count too
Oh and Beegs, I tried several different things for incorporating a snake, and nothing was working, so I've left it out, sorry...
Click here for the discussion thread for this post.
The undulating and eternal fields of Toenailia
Submitted by toenails on Thu, 2008-06-19 21:42.
I won. I fucking won.
The most epic three time betrayal ever. me and Josh were at odds from the start, after he betrayed me for the upteenth time, only for a small contingent of my villagers to slip away, start again under a powerful ally, and move to avenge myself against him. Victory was mine, but only by the grace of a more powerful foe.
So in this game Josh and I were against each other from the start, I immediately allied with beegs however (who had also betrayed me, but he'd get his comeuppance). Josh took drew under his wings, and phil flapped about being gay. The die was thrown, and the expansion began.
The key difference in this game was just how offensive I was in establishing a forward base, at a choke point in the valley Josh found himself in. this later proved vital, as I set up a huge production line of war elephantas and cannon bombardiers, defended by a double wall and many towers. It was as the gates were being constructed that Josh chose to attack, not reckoning with the might of both my war elephants and mobile cannons. The battle was decided in that tight passage between the jungle and the river bank, his war wagons being torn to shreds beneath the tusks of my elephants. Clearly I had chosen my civilisation well, and having advanced my position, sent through the other units I had been breeding for just this purpose.
I was rolling thunder, death incarnate. No matter what Josh did, my elephants rolled through him, effortlessly ending the pathetic lives of the korean scum he commanded. It was a grisly battle, and my troops sustained heavy losses to the towers and castles he had scattered through his empire. No death was in vain though, the line held and my army broke into the very heart of his civilisation.
The end of a once mighty empire. Josh had indeed been great, but I realised that having defeated him single handedly, and never allowing him to push the charge back, I was even greater. My thoughts now turned to beegs, my one time ally. I made very clear my intention to "help" him defeat Hazel, while privately messaging Hazel to request his assistance in betraying Beegs. Beagon should have remembered now that I had sworn a vengeance on those who had betrayed me in the previous game, but either he was too trusting by half, or the inevitability of what was to come was known to him. My troops surrounded his own, all under the guise of preparing the war host that would assault Hazel. I even built a farm near him.
During this whole process my vanquished foe whispered nothings in my ear, reminding me of all beegs had done, and prophesying the razing of Beagonia. Whether he was trying to tempt me into the wholesale destruction of his one time allies, or trying to convince beegs to act, the end result was the same. In a flash of anger I ordered the attack, watching my elephants decimate his surrounded cataphracts and onagers, with no escape in sight. Hazel, trusting fool that he was, delivered his entire army into Beagon's base, foolishly keeping his back to me while I diverted a large portion of my army into his base. Beegs would not last long, with his troops gone and his base overrun, he too joined the wailing choir of vanquished foes that cast dire warning at Hazel.
I do not know why I turned my fury then on Hazel, but turn it I did, summarily smashing his forces while they had their backs turned. The elephants inside his base ravaged the castles and the few reserve troops, and once again the war machine began to rumble. This task was perhaps too much for my seasoned and battle weary veterans, the last of whom finally succumbed to the very dregs of Hazel's forces. By now however, a new war force was brewing within the unending farms of Toenailia, one of such unimaginable power and size that I was able to force a defeat from the Computer while simultaneously preparing a grand fleet to sale for the corner that Beegs and Hazel had ran to. I was indeed mighty then. In the face of such overwhelming power, my all but-defeated foes wrung their hands in despair, and resigned.
I am victorious.
The most epic three time betrayal ever. me and Josh were at odds from the start, after he betrayed me for the upteenth time, only for a small contingent of my villagers to slip away, start again under a powerful ally, and move to avenge myself against him. Victory was mine, but only by the grace of a more powerful foe.
So in this game Josh and I were against each other from the start, I immediately allied with beegs however (who had also betrayed me, but he'd get his comeuppance). Josh took drew under his wings, and phil flapped about being gay. The die was thrown, and the expansion began.
The key difference in this game was just how offensive I was in establishing a forward base, at a choke point in the valley Josh found himself in. this later proved vital, as I set up a huge production line of war elephantas and cannon bombardiers, defended by a double wall and many towers. It was as the gates were being constructed that Josh chose to attack, not reckoning with the might of both my war elephants and mobile cannons. The battle was decided in that tight passage between the jungle and the river bank, his war wagons being torn to shreds beneath the tusks of my elephants. Clearly I had chosen my civilisation well, and having advanced my position, sent through the other units I had been breeding for just this purpose.
I was rolling thunder, death incarnate. No matter what Josh did, my elephants rolled through him, effortlessly ending the pathetic lives of the korean scum he commanded. It was a grisly battle, and my troops sustained heavy losses to the towers and castles he had scattered through his empire. No death was in vain though, the line held and my army broke into the very heart of his civilisation.
The end of a once mighty empire. Josh had indeed been great, but I realised that having defeated him single handedly, and never allowing him to push the charge back, I was even greater. My thoughts now turned to beegs, my one time ally. I made very clear my intention to "help" him defeat Hazel, while privately messaging Hazel to request his assistance in betraying Beegs. Beagon should have remembered now that I had sworn a vengeance on those who had betrayed me in the previous game, but either he was too trusting by half, or the inevitability of what was to come was known to him. My troops surrounded his own, all under the guise of preparing the war host that would assault Hazel. I even built a farm near him.
During this whole process my vanquished foe whispered nothings in my ear, reminding me of all beegs had done, and prophesying the razing of Beagonia. Whether he was trying to tempt me into the wholesale destruction of his one time allies, or trying to convince beegs to act, the end result was the same. In a flash of anger I ordered the attack, watching my elephants decimate his surrounded cataphracts and onagers, with no escape in sight. Hazel, trusting fool that he was, delivered his entire army into Beagon's base, foolishly keeping his back to me while I diverted a large portion of my army into his base. Beegs would not last long, with his troops gone and his base overrun, he too joined the wailing choir of vanquished foes that cast dire warning at Hazel.
I do not know why I turned my fury then on Hazel, but turn it I did, summarily smashing his forces while they had their backs turned. The elephants inside his base ravaged the castles and the few reserve troops, and once again the war machine began to rumble. This task was perhaps too much for my seasoned and battle weary veterans, the last of whom finally succumbed to the very dregs of Hazel's forces. By now however, a new war force was brewing within the unending farms of Toenailia, one of such unimaginable power and size that I was able to force a defeat from the Computer while simultaneously preparing a grand fleet to sale for the corner that Beegs and Hazel had ran to. I was indeed mighty then. In the face of such overwhelming power, my all but-defeated foes wrung their hands in despair, and resigned.
I am victorious.
*Sigh* I've not got anything to do. Well I do, but it can only take up so much time 
. Seems everyone's got something else on lately so I'm lonely. Actually I lie, I know Lala's booked because we all love her . Everyone else has either got jobs or are playing Tennis, or protecting thier PS3's from any dust that may land on them.
Guess I'll try gardening. Again.
. Seems everyone's got something else on lately so I'm lonely. Actually I lie, I know Lala's booked because we all love her . Everyone else has either got jobs or are playing Tennis, or protecting thier PS3's from any dust that may land on them.Guess I'll try gardening
. Again.
Father has made a point of doing something with this bit of otherwise descolant bit of soil we have out front, we tried planting tulips, which died quickly. Now he decided to transfer some flowers we already had from another part of the garden, it was very anarchaic. Most of them ended up with broken stems and one of them ended up on the floor:
Yes... the wheelbarrow tipped over...
Lack of skills seems to run in the family...
Yes... the wheelbarrow tipped over...
Lack of skills seems to run in the family...
Okay, these are a few concepts I've got going for the hopes and dreams thing I'm doing in a month, these aren't finished pieces, just elements I may incorporate. BE HONEST! I need useful feedback 
They're officially cool again. You're a loser if you don't love milkshake bars.
And dean sherrings is a dick.
And dean sherrings is a dick.
I've been doing some English revision and came up with these starters for companies. I thought they were quite funny, but maybe I've been revising too long.
Do you love to wake up in the morning to the smell of boiled water all over the floor?
Do you like a cat flap that cuts your tabby's head off in the process?
Do you like to know your carpet is made from recycled hair?
Do you love it when you go for a pee for the toilet to spit it back up again?
Do you love to take a relaxing bath only for it to suddenly explode?
Do you take comfort in using a condom and hearing a loud rip half way through?
Are you reassured in knowing that one day your boiler will tear through the roof at sub-light speeds, destroying half the house in the process?
Do you love to take a leisurly drive only to find you have no breaks?
Are you well known for having garden knomes that once exploded, killing that old lady from across the street?
Do you feel secure knowing that when you were broken into last night, all the house alarm did was set the curtains on fire?
Do you love to watch your favorite show only for the TV to suddenly blow up?
Do you love using washing powder that dissolves your clothes?
Do you feel comfortable in a bed that creaks so much our parents could hear you wanking in Florida?
Have you ever wanted a translucent plastic box stuck on the end of your house?
Do you adore a washing machine that spits out flames?
Do you like it when your radiators wrench themselves off the wall and go shooting down the street at 140mph?
Do you like to have guests round that can admire your new leather recliner, only for it to somehow burst into flames?
I need a break.
Do you love to wake up in the morning to the smell of boiled water all over the floor?
Do you like a cat flap that cuts your tabby's head off in the process?
Do you like to know your carpet is made from recycled hair?
Do you love it when you go for a pee for the toilet to spit it back up again?
Do you love to take a relaxing bath only for it to suddenly explode?
Do you take comfort in using a condom and hearing a loud rip half way through?
Are you reassured in knowing that one day your boiler will tear through the roof at sub-light speeds, destroying half the house in the process?
Do you love to take a leisurly drive only to find you have no breaks?
Are you well known for having garden knomes that once exploded, killing that old lady from across the street?
Do you feel secure knowing that when you were broken into last night, all the house alarm did was set the curtains on fire?
Do you love to watch your favorite show only for the TV to suddenly blow up?
Do you love using washing powder that dissolves your clothes?
Do you feel comfortable in a bed that creaks so much our parents could hear you wanking in Florida?
Have you ever wanted a translucent plastic box stuck on the end of your house?
Do you adore a washing machine that spits out flames?
Do you like it when your radiators wrench themselves off the wall and go shooting down the street at 140mph?
Do you like to have guests round that can admire your new leather recliner, only for it to somehow burst into flames?
I need a break.
Okay, final details are as follows:
Meet underneath the big clock at Waterloo at 11AM. We'll hang around for latecomers, but if you're going to be any later than 15 minutes, phone me first, please.
We'll get the Jubilee line to London Bridge and go to see the tunnel. Then about an hour later, we'll find somewhere to eat. Then at about 2ish we're going to find a cinema, and a film to watch. If you're not hardcore enough/need to revise, you can leave at this point.
Those of us who go cinemaing will probably finish at about 6. If you're still feeling ultra hardcore after that, we'll go and make babies on the South Bank.
Or something.
Anyway, be there. =] xx
Meet underneath the big clock at Waterloo at 11AM. We'll hang around for latecomers, but if you're going to be any later than 15 minutes, phone me first, please.
We'll get the Jubilee line to London Bridge and go to see the tunnel. Then about an hour later, we'll find somewhere to eat. Then at about 2ish we're going to find a cinema, and a film to watch. If you're not hardcore enough/need to revise, you can leave at this point.
Those of us who go cinemaing will probably finish at about 6. If you're still feeling ultra hardcore after that, we'll go and make babies on the South Bank.
Or something.
Anyway, be there. =] xx
The Greatest Piece of Communist Propaganda EVER.
Submitted by Mortifus on Sun, 2008-05-25 17:23.
I respect the Soviet propaganda ministry so very much for this gem.
It's GENIUS. The west are suckers for showtunes, crush the capitalists with your fabulous dancing and GO WEST!
Time is now: 3/9/10, 17:23